Scars of a Suicide

These scars on my arm,
will slowly begin to fade.
But the scars on my heart,
will always remain.
Just a reminder,
of the pain.
That I never,
seem to escape.
A prisoner,
of a frightful fate.
Waiting for the right moment,
to take my life away.
I hate myself,
in every single way.
I pray,
that I die.
Because right now,
I'm contemplating suicide.